Disclaimer: Hey, everyone out there in fanfiction world. We know that there is no sometimes they come back section, so we're gonna write it here until there is one. In a way this story is a movie crossover. It's a crossover of the first movie and the second movie. Millie loves the first one, and I kind of like the second one, so we thought we'd make the guys from the first one the sort-of-good guys, and the guys from the second one the bad guys. Both of us are writing this story, and we are both putting a whole lot of work into it. We own Delilah, Marty (short for Martina) Seth, and Edward, Candace. We don't own Lawson, Vinnie, North, Toni, Ritico (Vinnie), or Sean. Since I have two guys in the story named Vinnie, one from the second one will be called Ritico. Anywise, we don't own Sometimes They Come Back, and the name John Porter is mentioned, and we don't own him either, but we do own the story line, so read, and Enjoy.__Jen, and Millie
CHAPTER ONE
The old mining cave was cold, dark, damp, and empty. It had been that way since John Porter had battled his demons there. No one ever believed him... that there were some evil forces inside that mining tunnel. Yet, a young girl stood there. She stood in front of the giant mud puddle in the middle of the cave. She held her hand out, and cut her first finger, her thumb, and her pinky, and held it over the puddle. The blood began to drop into the puddle, making it bubble as if it were boiling. The girl began to speak in tongues. Suddenly, shapes began to rise out of the puddle. "Success."
The shapes were horrid looking. They were pink, and favored three evil demons. They had long pink bloody tails, and horns upon their heads. They slowly began to change into three young men. "We're back again." One of them spoke. "Who might you be?"
"Well, Toni... I'm Carlen Doreen. And I own you, Toni, Ritico, and Sean."
Toni laughed. "No one owns us."
"Oh, but I can control you. I used my blood. I didn't kill anyone, so... since I used my blood, I own you."
"Damn it! She's right." Toni scowled. "Okay, master..."
"No, no. Don't call me master. Call me Carlen. Just don't disobey what I want you to do, or I'll send you back from which you came."
"What do you want from us?" Sean asked, aggravated.
"I want you to kill two girls for me. Delilah Stewart, and Marty Forester."
"Oh, so we get to kill? Cool." Ritico smirked.
"I figured that would please you."
"So... when do we eat?" Ritico asked.
"Huh?"
"I'll handle this." Spoke Toni. "You do only what she tells you to do. She's waited to long to get this right. I know you understand each other."
Ritico nodded. "I have clothes for all of you."
She handed them all clothes, and they began to put them on. "So, when do we start killing?" asked Sean.
"As soon as you want. Work your way up to the girls. Kill their friends first. Then, their family, then kill them."
"Marty!" yelled Delilah Stewart from downstairs. "Come down here for a minute, please!"
Marty Forester ran downstairs. "Are you okay?"
"Look at my hot new car." Smiled Delilah.
"It's a Roadster."
"With flames on it. Radical, huh?"
"Oh, yeah. It's a 1963 Chevy Roadster. It even shoots flames out of the tail pipes. It's a bad car, but how much did you pay for it?"
"Get this! The guy sold it to me for three hundred dollars!"
"Huh? This is a classic. And an expensive classic at that."
"I know! I am psyched!"
"So... what are you going to tell Seth?"
"Seth? Who cares what he thinks. It's my damn car."
"I know, I just... you know Seth. He's goofy, but he's protective."
"Ah, it's just a car. Nothing strange about it."
"Hey, Delilah."
Delilah was sitting in the television room, watching television. "Yeah."
"I got on my computer, and looked your cars license plate up on the internet. In the words of your favorite actor, Vin Diesel, It's amazing what you can find on the internet."
"What did you find?"
"You car was owned by this dude named Richard Lawson."
"So..."
"So, he and three others were killed in this car. Three men. The other two were Vinnie Vincent, and David North. Also, another kid was killed in the accident. A kid named Wayne Norman. 1963 was a bad year."
"I'd say. Damn."
"Hello! Delilah! I'm trying to tell you that the car you have is the one those guys were killed in! It's supposed to be cursed!"
"Oh it's probably an urban legend."
"Wrong. It's in the Glen Rock Archives."
"Oh."
"So, what do you think about your car now?"
"I wanna go for a drive!"
"Huh?"
She grabbed Marty by the shirtsleeve, then pulled out the front door. She opened the passenger side, and put her in. Then she got in on the driver's side. She turned the key, starting the engine, and then she sped off. "Whew! I love this car!"
"Delilah, slow down!"
"Why? The cops are too busy eating doughnuts to catch us. Plus, there aren't any other cars around. We're on a country road."
"Delilah, I wanna live to see me twenty first birthday!"
Delilah laughed. To humor Marty, she put her foot on the break. Her expression turned to horror. "I can't stop!"
"What?!"
"I can't stop!"
"Oh, my God!"
"Calm down, Marty!"
"We're gonna die!"
"Don't say that!"
The wheel jerked out of her hand, and began to spin, violently. The car spun so fast, that the girls began to feel faint, and everything went black.
"Hello?"
Marty opened her eyes. Her vision was quite blurry. "Hello? Who are you?"
"Vinnie. Are you okay?"
"No, I'm sick."
"You should be... it was the only way, though. I'm sorry."
"You made her car do this?"
"Not me alone..."
"How? Where were you?"
"I..."
"Did you cut the breaks? I can have you put in jail."
"You're okay, and your friend is fine. My other two friends are with her, over there."
Marty looked around. She was no longer inside the car. They were on the side of the road, she and Delilah both. "Delilah!"
"I'm okay, Marty!" Delilah called.
"They cut your breaks!"
"No... we didn't." one of the dark headed boys spoke. "I'm Richard Lawson, this is David North, and He's..."
"Vinnie Vincent." Spoke Marty, shocked.
"You've heard of us."
"Just recently... you're dead!" Delilah shouted. "What am I saying? You cannot be them. They're..."
"Dead?" asked Lawson. "Yeah, we are... I mean... we're undead. We came back to help you. We're why you were drawn to the car."
"No, it's not logical!" Delilah shouted.
"We have to get you two somewhere safe." North replied. "They could come at any moment."
"Who are they?" asked Marty.
"We'll tell you when we're somewhere safe." Vinnie assured her.
Delilah kept looking over her shoulder as she drove. "Psss! Marty! My car came with three hot men!" she whispered. "I wonder what I'd get if I bought a van."
"Oh, stop! Your genes are showing."
"Huh?"
"Seth."
"Oh, no! Shoot me!"
Both girls laughed. "Where are we going?" asked Lawson.
"Our house. We live with another girl, but she's going to summer school. She's a tutor. She's my cousin." Delilah told them.
"Okay. Cause... Look out!" Vinnie shouted.
Delilah looked, and saw she was just about to run right into a mailbox "Oh!"
She turned the wheel hard, and just missed it.
"S-sorry. I'm shaken up a bit." Delilah defended herself. "Thank the lord of cars we're almost home."
"Lord of cars?" Marty asked, smiling.
"Hush." Delilah scolded.
She saw their house a few miles away. "So how did you guys make my car do that awhile ago?....Just being a little curious, you know?" asked Delilah
"Well....I done it something like this!!" Lawson spoke, in a mischievous laughter, as he took control of Delilah's steering wheel. The car shrieked to a sudden stop sliding sideways, close enough to collide with a tree beside the road. Delilah and Marty shared looks of horror and began to scream.
"What? I didn't scare you two ladies did I?....awe...I did. That's too bad!" Lawson spoke as the other two guys laughed. "You know Delilah....This never really, technically was your car...It's been mine."
"Hey-y knock it off Lawson. I think you've had enough of scaring the shit out of them. Give them a break." North said
"Yeah, you know...your right. Let's just take off again letting them take us their route home." Lawson told North
"No. that's okay. I think you can drive Your car now. Marty and I will walk." Delilah spoke as she and Mary began to get out of the car.
"Now look what you did Lawson!!" Vinnie shouted
"Awe..c'mon girls. I was just...Hey Del. You wanted to know how I took over the car! I sorry....Let's just get back in the car." Said Lawson to the girls
"N-no thanks, but thanks any way. And my name is not Del. It's Delilah." Delilah told him.
"Yeah, she's right. Delilah... that was the first smart thing you have said all day...I proud of YOU!" Marty exclaimed half-scared
"Hey!! I said to get back in this car!" Lawson shouted as he grabbed Delilah's arm tugging her back towards the black car.
"NO! I won't do it!"
"Hey! Leave us alone!!" Marty shouted
"Don't disobey me!!" Lawson commanded his scorched face.
The look of Lawson's face made the girls a bit scared but decided it would be best to get back in the car before either of them ended up hurt.
"Okay. But NO more stupid stuff like that pulled on me. You could have just told me how instead of showing me." Delilah said with anger.
"Alright... All right. Just...chill!" Lawson said
The girls and Lawson got back into the car and arrived at Delilah and Marty's home.
"So...this is the place, huh? Nice house." Vinnie spoke as everyone got out of the car.
They all get in the house and Delilah then spoke up, "Okay. Start talking. What is going on here? And I want all truth."
"Well...." North started to say.
(To Be Continued...Second Chapter)
CHAPTER ONE
The old mining cave was cold, dark, damp, and empty. It had been that way since John Porter had battled his demons there. No one ever believed him... that there were some evil forces inside that mining tunnel. Yet, a young girl stood there. She stood in front of the giant mud puddle in the middle of the cave. She held her hand out, and cut her first finger, her thumb, and her pinky, and held it over the puddle. The blood began to drop into the puddle, making it bubble as if it were boiling. The girl began to speak in tongues. Suddenly, shapes began to rise out of the puddle. "Success."
The shapes were horrid looking. They were pink, and favored three evil demons. They had long pink bloody tails, and horns upon their heads. They slowly began to change into three young men. "We're back again." One of them spoke. "Who might you be?"
"Well, Toni... I'm Carlen Doreen. And I own you, Toni, Ritico, and Sean."
Toni laughed. "No one owns us."
"Oh, but I can control you. I used my blood. I didn't kill anyone, so... since I used my blood, I own you."
"Damn it! She's right." Toni scowled. "Okay, master..."
"No, no. Don't call me master. Call me Carlen. Just don't disobey what I want you to do, or I'll send you back from which you came."
"What do you want from us?" Sean asked, aggravated.
"I want you to kill two girls for me. Delilah Stewart, and Marty Forester."
"Oh, so we get to kill? Cool." Ritico smirked.
"I figured that would please you."
"So... when do we eat?" Ritico asked.
"Huh?"
"I'll handle this." Spoke Toni. "You do only what she tells you to do. She's waited to long to get this right. I know you understand each other."
Ritico nodded. "I have clothes for all of you."
She handed them all clothes, and they began to put them on. "So, when do we start killing?" asked Sean.
"As soon as you want. Work your way up to the girls. Kill their friends first. Then, their family, then kill them."
"Marty!" yelled Delilah Stewart from downstairs. "Come down here for a minute, please!"
Marty Forester ran downstairs. "Are you okay?"
"Look at my hot new car." Smiled Delilah.
"It's a Roadster."
"With flames on it. Radical, huh?"
"Oh, yeah. It's a 1963 Chevy Roadster. It even shoots flames out of the tail pipes. It's a bad car, but how much did you pay for it?"
"Get this! The guy sold it to me for three hundred dollars!"
"Huh? This is a classic. And an expensive classic at that."
"I know! I am psyched!"
"So... what are you going to tell Seth?"
"Seth? Who cares what he thinks. It's my damn car."
"I know, I just... you know Seth. He's goofy, but he's protective."
"Ah, it's just a car. Nothing strange about it."
"Hey, Delilah."
Delilah was sitting in the television room, watching television. "Yeah."
"I got on my computer, and looked your cars license plate up on the internet. In the words of your favorite actor, Vin Diesel, It's amazing what you can find on the internet."
"What did you find?"
"You car was owned by this dude named Richard Lawson."
"So..."
"So, he and three others were killed in this car. Three men. The other two were Vinnie Vincent, and David North. Also, another kid was killed in the accident. A kid named Wayne Norman. 1963 was a bad year."
"I'd say. Damn."
"Hello! Delilah! I'm trying to tell you that the car you have is the one those guys were killed in! It's supposed to be cursed!"
"Oh it's probably an urban legend."
"Wrong. It's in the Glen Rock Archives."
"Oh."
"So, what do you think about your car now?"
"I wanna go for a drive!"
"Huh?"
She grabbed Marty by the shirtsleeve, then pulled out the front door. She opened the passenger side, and put her in. Then she got in on the driver's side. She turned the key, starting the engine, and then she sped off. "Whew! I love this car!"
"Delilah, slow down!"
"Why? The cops are too busy eating doughnuts to catch us. Plus, there aren't any other cars around. We're on a country road."
"Delilah, I wanna live to see me twenty first birthday!"
Delilah laughed. To humor Marty, she put her foot on the break. Her expression turned to horror. "I can't stop!"
"What?!"
"I can't stop!"
"Oh, my God!"
"Calm down, Marty!"
"We're gonna die!"
"Don't say that!"
The wheel jerked out of her hand, and began to spin, violently. The car spun so fast, that the girls began to feel faint, and everything went black.
"Hello?"
Marty opened her eyes. Her vision was quite blurry. "Hello? Who are you?"
"Vinnie. Are you okay?"
"No, I'm sick."
"You should be... it was the only way, though. I'm sorry."
"You made her car do this?"
"Not me alone..."
"How? Where were you?"
"I..."
"Did you cut the breaks? I can have you put in jail."
"You're okay, and your friend is fine. My other two friends are with her, over there."
Marty looked around. She was no longer inside the car. They were on the side of the road, she and Delilah both. "Delilah!"
"I'm okay, Marty!" Delilah called.
"They cut your breaks!"
"No... we didn't." one of the dark headed boys spoke. "I'm Richard Lawson, this is David North, and He's..."
"Vinnie Vincent." Spoke Marty, shocked.
"You've heard of us."
"Just recently... you're dead!" Delilah shouted. "What am I saying? You cannot be them. They're..."
"Dead?" asked Lawson. "Yeah, we are... I mean... we're undead. We came back to help you. We're why you were drawn to the car."
"No, it's not logical!" Delilah shouted.
"We have to get you two somewhere safe." North replied. "They could come at any moment."
"Who are they?" asked Marty.
"We'll tell you when we're somewhere safe." Vinnie assured her.
Delilah kept looking over her shoulder as she drove. "Psss! Marty! My car came with three hot men!" she whispered. "I wonder what I'd get if I bought a van."
"Oh, stop! Your genes are showing."
"Huh?"
"Seth."
"Oh, no! Shoot me!"
Both girls laughed. "Where are we going?" asked Lawson.
"Our house. We live with another girl, but she's going to summer school. She's a tutor. She's my cousin." Delilah told them.
"Okay. Cause... Look out!" Vinnie shouted.
Delilah looked, and saw she was just about to run right into a mailbox "Oh!"
She turned the wheel hard, and just missed it.
"S-sorry. I'm shaken up a bit." Delilah defended herself. "Thank the lord of cars we're almost home."
"Lord of cars?" Marty asked, smiling.
"Hush." Delilah scolded.
She saw their house a few miles away. "So how did you guys make my car do that awhile ago?....Just being a little curious, you know?" asked Delilah
"Well....I done it something like this!!" Lawson spoke, in a mischievous laughter, as he took control of Delilah's steering wheel. The car shrieked to a sudden stop sliding sideways, close enough to collide with a tree beside the road. Delilah and Marty shared looks of horror and began to scream.
"What? I didn't scare you two ladies did I?....awe...I did. That's too bad!" Lawson spoke as the other two guys laughed. "You know Delilah....This never really, technically was your car...It's been mine."
"Hey-y knock it off Lawson. I think you've had enough of scaring the shit out of them. Give them a break." North said
"Yeah, you know...your right. Let's just take off again letting them take us their route home." Lawson told North
"No. that's okay. I think you can drive Your car now. Marty and I will walk." Delilah spoke as she and Mary began to get out of the car.
"Now look what you did Lawson!!" Vinnie shouted
"Awe..c'mon girls. I was just...Hey Del. You wanted to know how I took over the car! I sorry....Let's just get back in the car." Said Lawson to the girls
"N-no thanks, but thanks any way. And my name is not Del. It's Delilah." Delilah told him.
"Yeah, she's right. Delilah... that was the first smart thing you have said all day...I proud of YOU!" Marty exclaimed half-scared
"Hey!! I said to get back in this car!" Lawson shouted as he grabbed Delilah's arm tugging her back towards the black car.
"NO! I won't do it!"
"Hey! Leave us alone!!" Marty shouted
"Don't disobey me!!" Lawson commanded his scorched face.
The look of Lawson's face made the girls a bit scared but decided it would be best to get back in the car before either of them ended up hurt.
"Okay. But NO more stupid stuff like that pulled on me. You could have just told me how instead of showing me." Delilah said with anger.
"Alright... All right. Just...chill!" Lawson said
The girls and Lawson got back into the car and arrived at Delilah and Marty's home.
"So...this is the place, huh? Nice house." Vinnie spoke as everyone got out of the car.
They all get in the house and Delilah then spoke up, "Okay. Start talking. What is going on here? And I want all truth."
"Well...." North started to say.
(To Be Continued...Second Chapter)